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22 September 2012 @ 11:38 pm
Time to say goodbye.  
Characters: Samantha, Barbara. Then Spike and Angel.
Time: 3 AM
Location: Angel's Mansion.
Thread Status: Open to Barbara at first. Followed by Spike, and then Angel.

Sam sat there for the next hour, her eyes searching her lovers as he spoke to her about … everything that had happened between him and Buffy the vampire Slayer. Some of the things.. she never could imagine him doing, but others.. she was unable to repress the growl of jealousy that erupted through her clenched lips. But, she had to keep her calm, she promised him that she would.

He told her about how the dream had started with him being obsessed with always wanting to kill her. To get another slayer in his notch of kills in his bedpost.. but it turned into something else. The obsession changed and he became.. in love with her. The dream… it had changed everything. His heart. His mind. his body. His .. well, mini-him. He had tried to get her to be with him, but nothing had ever happened.

She turned him down at every turn and every corner. That was.. until she had died.

Buffy died saving the world - ugh - for the second time, and Spike had been utterly devastated. Her heart admittedly hurt at the idea of Spike being so heart broken, and she had curled up into his side, trying to be comforting as he talked. She felt better when he had wrapped her up in his arms, holding her close to him as he continued to talk. He told her of how Buffy just wanted to feel.

During a very… very terrible little couple of days where everyone was singing. Although, Sam admitted that she would have loved to be there.. she would have loved to hear him sing.. She was sure that it was.. heavenly and sinful at the same time. His voice just did that to her regularly.. she couldn't wait to hear him sing to her one day. But anyway. After all the singing.. they had kissed. And their relationship began.

She, of course, was ashamed of being with him. She kept their relationship a secret, and he continued to sleep with her whenever he wanted to, and whenever she wanted to as well. They brought down buildings, literally.. and it made Sam want to destroy an even bigger building then an already condemned house.. Just to one up the slayer.

The relationship had ended sourly.

But for some reason, she kept him in her heart. So close to it that she would let him be apart of the good fight, and Sam was a little upset by that. She couldn't shake the feeling that Buffy was still in love with Spike, and that she would do anything to get him back. Well, maybe not anything, but that she wouldn't mind the vampire to be so close to her again.

The conversation had turned to her, but she was unable to tell him anything, because there were footsteps in the mansion, and they had belonged to her sire. There was only one set, and she took in a deep breath. She could feel the sorrow, and the pride, and the.. just pain… she didn't know what else was there, but she knew what this was going to be.


She turned to Spike and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, her fingers gently tracing the skin over his cheekbones, down his cheek and chin before she was up and out of the bedroom before he even had a chance to blink. She moved down the hallway, and down the main staircase to see Barbara sitting by the fire. She took in a deep, unneeded breathe again and crossed her arms over her chest.

"How long are you staying?" she asked softly.

She knew that her sire brought her here for a reason. She knew, that that reason was either the fight.. or Spike. She also knew, that even though they loved each other dearly, and that they were family.. and best friends.. Sometimes when one had a different path than another.. they had to let them go. Because if you truly love something.. or someone.. you must let them go.
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on November 8th, 2012 10:36 am (UTC)
A new kind of sensation was gripping Barbara by the fore-front and bringing her higher and higher. She had been moved, quite easily as when she fell into a certain subspace she became quite pliable and willing to do whatever it was it was asked of her. Her eyes were half closed, a syrupy smile on her dark colored lips, her porcelain teeth almost glowing in contrast. Her head fell back, her mouth falling open as her hips rocked forward against Sam’s mouth. An almost hysterical laugh falls from her lip at the sheer pleasure of it all, and if she was to admit, how very, very wrong this all felt. Her neck burned like hell-fire licking at her throat, and she knew it was because she was doing something that would displease the person whose fangs had left those marks but he wouldn’t know.

Not until he came here anyway, not until he found her. That was some of the sweet torment of being claimed, the claimed vampire always had a constant reminder of the bind that held them, the binder was luckier in that aspect. Ignorance at times was definitely bliss. However, Barbara was much too far gone to even consider such things. The burning just added to everything, added to the endorphins pumping through her blood, causing things to come together only to shatter seconds later. She was lost to the feeling, lost in the bitter-sweetness of her childe beneath her, feverishly devouring her wet and willing pussy.

Already, she could feel the magic of Samantha’s saliva as it began to seep into the torn bits of her and heal them back to their original perfect state. Time would have done this without a problem, and in a few hours she would have no physical proof that anything had happened at all, but vampire saliva worked wonders on such things, speeding up things that were already quite sped up. It was wonderful, the pleasure mixed with the pain being pulled from her body caused her to squeal, her legs shook, and felt herself as she began to lose control. She wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to be able to keep herself up-right, the pleasure consuming her and becoming the only thing she knew, she felt as if she would collapse under it’s weight.

There was hands on her then, and through the cloud of pleasure and wonderfulness she knew it was Spike, who was holding her up. Her gaze moved down his body, causing her hips to jerk forward as a reaction to his taught, muscled form and then again at the sight of his cock, buried deep into Sam’s pussy. Another laugh fell from her lips and she leaned against his hand that held her steady, kept her here in this moment. Her fingers traced over Sam’s stomach, feeling Spikes cock as it pumped in and out of her childes uterus, deep into her womb. The feeling of his cock beneath Sam’s flesh was lovely. Barbara couldn’t stop smiling.

“Ahhh...” She whispered, “Thank you my lovelies..” Her voice was far away, lost in a day-dream, lost in the moment, and she heard only whispers in reply, but Spike’s mouth on hers was quite clear, and she responded in kind to his touches. She truly adored this, being this close to the two of them, and she felt every moment Spike made into his childe, and every lap of Sam’s tongue against her swollen and wanting pussy. It was all too much for her.
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on November 8th, 2012 10:36 am (UTC)

She tumbled over herself and lost control despite those holding her, attempting to keep her grounded. It was just an impossible task, keeping her on the ground when she was born to fly. She fell into climax quite easily, forehead on Spike’s shoulder as he held her up. Sam didn’t stop her ministrations for a second, and she finally found the pleasure to be so much that it was almost painful as she continued to lap at her sensitive bits and she fell backward, away from Spike and behind the two partners, a laugh on her lips, a laugh on both of theirs. Sam tilted her head back and gazed up lovingly at her sire for a moment, and Barbara had to admit she looked absolutely divine, with Spike boring into her, her back arched, and her sires pussy juices all around her mouth.

Sam didn’t hold her attention on Barbara for long however, before Spike’s arm had wrapped around her waist, and caused her body to bend under his touch, and his mouth covered hers and brought Sam’s attention toward him. The chemicals in her blood were pumping quite fast, keeping her in a weakened and sated place for quite some time before something in the back of her mind told her to pull herself together, at least a bit.

She had managed to pull on a pair of Sam’s cargo pants and Spikes black t-shirt and had just lit up a cigarette and settled in a near-by arm chair to watch the ending to the show when she heard the door downstairs open and close with a loud thud. A smile crawled it’s way across her features. She poured an extra drink and took another drag of her cigarette.
William Pratt: happy demonrailroadxspike on November 8th, 2012 10:51 am (UTC)
It had been quite a long time since Spike had an experience such as this. Yes, when he was with Drusilla the two of them often shared partners, usually young, pretty little girls but there wasn’t the same type of feeling that existed in a scene such as the one he was a apart of now. In those scenes, with Dru, the outcome would always be the death of their partner, her reaction, her terror, her surprise. Spike had never been one much into rape, as Drusilla had, so they usually didn’t do such things together with their partners. No, he was more into seducing little girls back to their bed, only to kill them in the peak of their climax. Oh how responsive those pretty girls were to his fangs with a climax racking this body, how quickly their pleasure turned to fear. Each one was different, each one tasted different, some tried to fight him, others gave in, others were excited even more so by this level of danger. All different, all with lives ended the same way.

It had been such a long time, since before Drusilla and himself left Europe for America so many years ago. The turn of a century actually. When he was a part of something more than a Bonnie and Clyde type partnership, when he was a fixture in a close knit family where this sort of thing was common. Even after it had fallen apart, the moments in which Barbara and Drusilla and Spike had lived with one another, and shared one another. It was so much more serene, so much more of a rush, because this is what they were supposed to be doing. This is what they were built for, it would never feel as good with anyone else, as it would with someone who shared the same blood as them.

All the times he had been with Buffy, it hadn’t compared to the first time he had been with Sam, the electricity, the natural genetics that drove them toward one another. He knew Barbara’s body, had explored it and used it more times than he could remember in his life, and he watched as Sam pushed her to a place where she was pliable and far-away. Spike knew that Barbara was enjoying herself when she became so relaxed, as if she was a junkie who had just gotten a rather large hit, she nodded in and out of reality, a syrupy smile on her features. She became weak and sated, and when Spike saw she was about to lose control, he had held her up, forced her to stay under Sams ministrations, to endure what his beautiful little raven haired girl had planned for her.

Her words had touched him, for they had so many more meanings than thanking them for this moment, and he kissed her mouth because he had too, because it was the thing to do. Her lips burned his and he knew it was because of Angel’s bind on her. Her salvia and blood would burn to any vampire that wasn’t her direct off-spring, as if to ward them off, to warn them that she was someone’s property. The burn only made his cock harder, as if he was stealing something from the bastard of a sire of his.

It wasn’t long before his sister of sorts was tumbling back and away from them, and Spike knew she would need time before she was able to return to them. He used this moment to his advantage, wrapping his arm around Sam’s body, causing her body to arch so he could angle himself and drive himself deeper into her wet and wanton pussy. Her heat seemed to explode around him as he was able to get her full focus and when he kissed her, it sizzled in a way that was very different from her sires. His other hand went to her hair, lacing through her thick, dark locks and pulling them back, just enough so she couldn’t reach his lips. His mouth hovered over hers, a smirk on his lip as he teased her, his hips ever moving against her, his arm holding her body tight against his own.

The sounds she made were nothing short of poetic.